Jane bolts out of the cab as soon as it pulls up outside Weller's place. Firefighters are already at the scene and running everywhere, some organizing to enter the building, others using hoses to douse the fire.
She looks around for Kurt, scans the area as she makes her way around the scene. There's tons of smoke and a lot of emergency personnel around, all of which makes it hard to identify anyone from a distance. But she doesn't want to get spotted by Roman if he's still lying in wait for Weller so Jane hangs back, tries to stay away from the action.
As she's halfway around her perimeter check a familiar movement catches her eye and Jane stops to watch as a man runs out of the burning building carrying someone on his shoulder. The guy then passes the victim off to a firefighter before heading right back towards the building.
She immediately suspects that it's Weller, watches as he pauses to wait for another firefighter before they both run back towards the fire. The man in the lead definitely appears to be half dressed and moves just like Kurt. But it's the firefighter in the back that makes her panic. Because the way he moves is familiar to her too.
Jane screams but realizes she's much too far away for anyone to hear her even without all the sirens going off in the area. She starts running towards them but can see that Roman is already pushing Weller into one of the small fire rescue trucks, that she isn't going to get there in time.
Jane keeps running and pulls out her cell phone, dials Patterson.
"Close it down!" she shouts as soon as Patterson picks up. "Set up the blockades, Roman has Weller, they're already on the road."
"On it, the entire ten block radius will be shut down in two minutes," Patterson replies. "But Jane, you wait there, let the cops make the arrest."
"Roman's not going to stick around long enough to get arrested," Jane pants into the phone, still running after the truck. "And I think he's hurt Weller, it looked like Kurt was willingly going with him. I need to get to them as soon as possible. Track my phone, I'm following them now. Don't argue with me Patterson, you know I have to do this."
Patterson sighs into the phone.
"I know, just run," she agrees. "I'll send Reade and Zapata to you for backup. Get there, Jane. Weller needs you."
Jane hangs up her phone, picks up her pace. She can barely see the truck in front of her anymore, even with the extra traffic that the fire has caused. But the entire area is getting closed just ten blocks out and she has a good idea of which road Roman would take. What she doesn't want to think about is what Roman will do once he realizes he's trapped.
So instead of thinking she just runs faster, tries to breathe through the worry and the pain of sprinting a long distance. Pushes herself even harder as she sees a line of cars starting to stop ahead of her, knows she's closing in on the road block.
Jane is about two blocks away from the fire truck that Roman was driving, running down a hill towards it when she sees someone ducking out of the back of the vehicle and sneak off on foot, away from the blockade. Full blown panic sets in as she realizes Roman was in the back of the truck doing something to Kurt just before he took off. She somehow pushes her body to a new speed and still it seems to take an eternity to make it to the truck.
Her lungs are screaming as Jane climbs up to the back doors of the truck, flings them open and sees Weller lying facedown in a pool of blood.
"No no no," she repeats desperately.
Please be alive. Please be alive, she chants in her mind, to the manic beating of her own heart.
Jane rushes to him, sees that he's only half-conscious and bleeding profusely from a wound in his left shoulder. Yet still, he's gloriously alive. Even if he's breathing shallowly, clearly in a lot of distress.
"Oh my god, Kurt," she exhales, kneeling down next to him and taking off her sweater, using it to apply pressure to his wound.
"You're going to be okay. Stay awake for me please. It's really important, okay?"
Weller turns his head towards her, focuses on her with half-lidded eyes, groans as she presses down on his shoulder.
"Jane," he mumbles. "Shouldn't be here."
Tears flicker in the corners of her eyes as she briefly takes one hand off the makeshift bandage to run her thumb over his temple, along his sweat-drenched brow.
"Yeah well, you shouldn't be bleeding out," Jane replies, her voice full of panic. "So it's a damn good thing I am here."
Thankfully the pressure she's putting on the artery has already slowed the bleeding so she pushes down even harder. Weller responds with agonized grunt, a little moan that makes her shudder with sympathy.
"I know, I'm so sorry Kurt," she apologizes. "But I need to get the bleeding under control and then we're going to get you to the hospital."
"No, I'm sorry," Weller slurs, his eyes closing, his head rolling back. "I screwed up."
"No," Jane pleads, wincing as she presses both hands onto the wound as hard as she can, making Kurt yelp in pain again. "No sorries, Weller. And no closing your eyes, okay? Please. I really need you to stay with me. I'm know I'm hurting you and I'm really sorry. But you've lost a lot of blood, I need to keep the pressure on."
Weller groans his agreement and Jane stares out the open back doors of the truck, wonders if she can afford to take one hand off to call Patterson for an ETA on some help. Because Kurt is already beginning to shiver violently, is obviously going into shock. So if no one comes soon, she's going to have to come up with something creative to get them to the hospital.
Miraculously, just then she hears the squeal of another vehicle pulling up beside the truck, the sound of familiar feet approaching.
"Jane!" Zapata shouts, peering in the back doors. "Is he okay?"
"No he's not, he's lost a lot of blood and is going into shock. We need to get him to the hospital now!" Jane hollers.
"Reade's getting the truck started, do you need a hand with anything?" Tasha asks. "I'll go ahead and get them to open up the blockade so Reade can drive you right through."
"Just a handcuff key and your jacket," Jane replies. "Kurt's still cuffed to a railing in here and I need to keep him warm."
Zapata climbs in and looks at all the blood, gives Jane an extremely worried look. Carefully she frees Weller from the cuffs and covers his torso with her jacket, then grips his hand tightly for a moment.
"Weller, everything's going to be fine," Tasha states encouragingly. "You just stay awake for Jane and we're going to get you to the hospital."
Kurt tries to nod his agreement, moves his head a tiny bit just as the truck engine starts up. Zapata squeezes his hand one more time before hopping out and driving off in an SUV with lights blaring.
"You're doing so good, Kurt," Jane says, as soothingly as she can with her heart pounding in her ears. "Just stay with me. Please."
She knows the hospital is less than ten minutes away, but at the moment that feels like an eternity. She's pressing down with all her weight on Kurt's wound and still it's seeping blood, making her stomach roil with panic. And the worst part is she can see how much she's hurting him, how tense he is with pain as he floats near the edge of consciousness.
"Trying," Weller grunts softly. "For you."
Her heart aches for him, for all his suffering, for how hard he's still struggling just to stay conscious. Jane wants to hold his hand, comfort him physically but her hands are in use, holding his wound closed. So all she can do is try and talk him through it, talk herself through it as well.
"I know you are, Kurt. You're doing so good, it's going to be okay," she says.
She realizes she's repeating herself, saying useless encouraging things. But she has to keep saying it, thinking it. Because Kurt has to be all right, she won't even consider any other outcome.
Weller moans again as if to say he feels about as okay as he looks; ashen yet sweaty, all covered in blood. Then he turns his head and glances up at her, his eyes a dazed hazy blue.
"Sorry, Jane," he murmurs. "M'tired."
Oh Kurt, she thinks as he struggles to keep his eyes open before letting them blink shut again, his head starting to loll on the metal floor. She can tell he's about to pass out even though he's putting in a solid effort, his eyelids still fluttering in defiance.
"It's okay, Kurt," she says, as soothingly as she can even though she's still freaking out internally. "You can stop fighting it and rest now. We're almost at the hospital, I'll keep you safe until we're there."
Jane sees Weller relax with her words, stop struggling to keep his eyes open as soon as she gives him permission to rest. She wants to run her hands all over him, wrap him up in her arms and protect him from everything. Kiss his pale lips, ruffle her fingers through his hair. But as Kurt finally passes out all Jane can do is lean down and brush her lips against his forehead; bite down on her worry while her hands do their best to keep the rest of his blood inside of him.